chris-rv

Persona Admission You see me, I see you you talk, share open up. Thinking I can only listen, not respond I stay quiet "The ocean air must be good for you I see the color returning to your face. Do you know how lovely you look? I wish I were half as beautiful as you..." Convalescence I listen, look- feel you. You're pleasant, yet surprisingly annoying at times. You limp a bit, one leg shorter than the other. I enjoy-dislike-love-hate the way you work around me. I sleep at night, a deep, light slumber waiting for your voice, your touch to rouse me. "Your medicine, madam.  It's time you took them." I wake, take my pills, slee